Thought
Rare is unselfish sympathy,
That reaches out in empathy.
Another’s tears to make our own,
When others’ burdens make us groan
Rich elite so waited on,
Oblivious to poor and broken.
Blind to harsh reality stark
Under chandeliers play in the dark
Can we feel for those bereaved,
If we ourselves have never grieved?
Or understand those down dejected,
If we ourselves were not rejected?
Hollow words are empty tribute.
No place for weak, poor, destitute
Standing by can we not care,
When ribs of child are lean and bare?
Value now what sorrows bring.
Learn to heal from words that sting.
See how love and faith will lift,
Compassion and courage raised as gift.
Prayer
O Lord my life is nothing but blessing gifts from thee. Those times when I felt abandoned and lost, you found me and raised my spirits. When I felt besieged you rescued me. When I grieved you showed me how to feel for others. When the journey was tough you gave me courage. Grant that war yields to compassion.
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